We just have the following "conversation":
(all the kids are outside) Roxelle saunters in the back door (in her pigeon-toed stride), by herself, without shoes, with Brinlee's pink and black plaid painters hat on, backwards. Snot crusted up and down her face. She says something unintelligible, but I take the fact that she came in by herself to mean that she needs to go potty.
I was listening to voicemail on speakerphone and she asks:
"Who dat?"
me: "..."
R: "MOM. Who dat?"
me: "a message"
R: "Oh... I go aaside (outside)"
And she goes to the door, so I follow.
She starts to walk out the garage without shoes.
me: "Hey, you need shoes."
R: "O-goss." (Oh gosh)
I put on her shoes.
me: "Where's Brinlee?"
R: "Oh. Bimbee up-ee da hill."
She says as she saunters (deliberately swinging one arm faster than the other) out of the garage.
Me watching amused.
R: "See-ya mom"
I follow her quietly to see where she's going because I don't hear the other kids. She saunters (arm still going) to the end of the driveway before she realizes that I'm several feet behind her. She turns around and says:
"What, mom?"
I laugh and call to Brinlee. She is, indeed, at the "top of the hill". I tell her to watch Roxelle and so Brinlee calls her to come.
R: "Comeen, Bimb."
These are the times when I wish I could download the video/sound memory in my head so I can replay it over and over again. Only a baby girl with 4 older sisters could have that much deliberate attitude!!